So close to my eyes,
You touch of my face.
I am ready to rise
Above of heavens.
Take in my arms
Part of the broken heart
And 666 guns
Will break our lives.
............
We will blow up this sun,
And begin to live in the darkness
And a funeral of dreams.
Will force to be so heartless.
Our souls have not a rescue
But we will go up to the end.
We are absorbed by this silence
Give brith to love again!
.............
Now I will burn in hell
Threads to paradise are lost
But I feel touch of your lips
And you feel taste of my blood
To Love Again...
© Copyright: Станислав Шинкевич, 2011
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